I wrote some bad poetry that I published in North African journals, but even as I withdrew into this reading, I also led the life of a kind of young hooligan.

These critics organize and practice in my case a sort of obsessive personality cult which philosophers should know how to question and above all, to moderate.

No one gets angry at a mathematician or a physicist whom he or she doesn't understand, or at someone who speaks a foreign language, but rather at someone who tampers with your own language.

The first problem of the media is posed by what does not get translated, or even published in the dominant political languages.

To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.

Still today, I cannot cross the threshold of a teaching institution without physical symptoms, in my chest and my stomach, of discomfort or anxiety. And yet I have never left school.

Everything is arranged so that it be this way, this is what is called culture.

Why is it the philosopher who is expected to be easier and not some scientist who is even more inaccessible?

I do everything I think possible or acceptable to escape from this trap.

Who ever said that one was born just once?

I have always had school sickness, as others have seasickness. I cried when it was time to go back to school long after I was old enough to be ashamed of such behavior.

As soon as there is language, generality has entered the scen.

I never give in to the temptation to be difficult just for the sake of being difficult. That would be too ridiculous.

We are all mediators, translators.

Whatever precautions you take so the photograph will look like this or that, there comes a moment when the photograph surprises you. It is the other's gaze that wins out and decides.

I became the stage for the great argument between Nietzsche and Rousseau. I was the extra ready to take on all the roles.

The circle of the return to birth can only remain open, but this is a chance, a sign of life, and a wound.

Certain readers resented me when they could no longer recognize their territory, their institution.

I do not believe in pure idioms. I think there is naturally a desire, for whoever speaks or writes, to sign in an idiomatic, irreplaceable manner.

If this work seems so threatening, this is because it isn't simply eccentric or strange, but competent, rigorously argued, and carrying conviction.